Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Monday, June 28, 2004
slow
I'm a bit slow on the uptake sometimes. Some songs I hate immediately, continue hating them while they're in the charts and speak of with barely restrained disgust for a while after.
And then I hear them again.
A few months, a year later.
And I positively love them.
It happened with Britney's "Baby one more time". I used to switch channels the minute the song came on, now I put it on one of my car compilations. Ditto with Beyonce's "Crazy In Love". I just did not see what the fuss was about, it was an overbearing, stupid, too loud song to me. I heard it on the radio last Friday and immediately went and looked for it. It's fabulous. Hearing "Living la vida loca" in Shrek 2 also caused a very difficult realisation for me... that's not such a bad song is it... at least not in the Donkey/Puss version.
I wonder which songs of this year I'll start to appreciate next year.
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I'm a bit slow on the uptake sometimes. Some songs I hate immediately, continue hating them while they're in the charts and speak of with barely restrained disgust for a while after.
And then I hear them again.
A few months, a year later.
And I positively love them.
It happened with Britney's "Baby one more time". I used to switch channels the minute the song came on, now I put it on one of my car compilations. Ditto with Beyonce's "Crazy In Love". I just did not see what the fuss was about, it was an overbearing, stupid, too loud song to me. I heard it on the radio last Friday and immediately went and looked for it. It's fabulous. Hearing "Living la vida loca" in Shrek 2 also caused a very difficult realisation for me... that's not such a bad song is it... at least not in the Donkey/Puss version.
I wonder which songs of this year I'll start to appreciate next year.
stream of consciousness
I have to wash my hair and my car, cos the windows are all dirty again, it's disgusting really, I can hardly see through my rear window when the sun is shining on it, of course this wouldn't bother spikey, who's not washed his lease-car since he got it (about a year ago I should think) but then I'm not a slob like him or am I, I don't know, and the hair, blurgh, don't feel like it, why should I wash it, it's not like my clients bother, though I know I'll feel better after it, argh bugger, and I have to go work tomorrow and I don't want to, fancy that, employed for a month and already sick of it, that's fast, though of course not unexpected, there's something disturbing about only working with people old enough to be my parents, and endless boring meetings about the implications of using the words "problems" versus "difficulties" or "weaknesses", not to mention being totally out of my field with the subject matter of parenting, I don't want to eat, but it's past dinnertime, sick of bread and cheese, fancy that, never thought the day would come, had hiccups twice already today, I fear fucking Henman got through to next round of tennis, I wouldn't know, stopped watching after Hewitt won, parents bugging me to get on with transcribing, d'you reckon they want more money off me, again, I don't know, right, best post this and see how far my downloads are on soulseak, need to fill out my music collection again.
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I have to wash my hair and my car, cos the windows are all dirty again, it's disgusting really, I can hardly see through my rear window when the sun is shining on it, of course this wouldn't bother spikey, who's not washed his lease-car since he got it (about a year ago I should think) but then I'm not a slob like him or am I, I don't know, and the hair, blurgh, don't feel like it, why should I wash it, it's not like my clients bother, though I know I'll feel better after it, argh bugger, and I have to go work tomorrow and I don't want to, fancy that, employed for a month and already sick of it, that's fast, though of course not unexpected, there's something disturbing about only working with people old enough to be my parents, and endless boring meetings about the implications of using the words "problems" versus "difficulties" or "weaknesses", not to mention being totally out of my field with the subject matter of parenting, I don't want to eat, but it's past dinnertime, sick of bread and cheese, fancy that, never thought the day would come, had hiccups twice already today, I fear fucking Henman got through to next round of tennis, I wouldn't know, stopped watching after Hewitt won, parents bugging me to get on with transcribing, d'you reckon they want more money off me, again, I don't know, right, best post this and see how far my downloads are on soulseak, need to fill out my music collection again.
Digital Cinema
Digital Cinema: blablblablabla. A five-minute film about the fabulousness(and more expensiveness) of digital cinema preceeds the showing of Shrek 2.
An hour into the film... no more images, only sound.
Some good soul warns the staff.
Take two. Things go smoothly for about two minutes and then, yet again, the sound is gone.
We're ushered into the "non digital" showing and given a free ticket. "It's only the start of digital cinema" the manager remembers his PR talk.
Hell, it got me a free ticket, it's fine by me!
Off to see Shrek again...
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Digital Cinema: blablblablabla. A five-minute film about the fabulousness(and more expensiveness) of digital cinema preceeds the showing of Shrek 2.
An hour into the film... no more images, only sound.
Some good soul warns the staff.
Take two. Things go smoothly for about two minutes and then, yet again, the sound is gone.
We're ushered into the "non digital" showing and given a free ticket. "It's only the start of digital cinema" the manager remembers his PR talk.
Hell, it got me a free ticket, it's fine by me!
Off to see Shrek again...
Sunday, June 27, 2004
System requirements
The girlfriend spent the last 15 minutes making a "system" for my/our DVD rack.
- First there's the series (Bad Girls, Buffy, Harry Potter, AbFab)
- Then the animation films
- Musicals and consorts (my god how queer am I?)
- The queer themed films (I think she'll have to re-think this
category and see if this doesn't apply to most of our Dvds)
- The Alan Rickman films (squeeeeee)
- (Low-budget) comedies (Serial Mom, Austin Powers)
- Pet Shop Boys dvds
She's very cute when she gets all organised.
Especially since she always leaves her socks and knickers spread all over my room....
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The girlfriend spent the last 15 minutes making a "system" for my/our DVD rack.
- First there's the series (Bad Girls, Buffy, Harry Potter, AbFab)
- Then the animation films
- Musicals and consorts (my god how queer am I?)
- The queer themed films (I think she'll have to re-think this
category and see if this doesn't apply to most of our Dvds)
- The Alan Rickman films (squeeeeee)
- (Low-budget) comedies (Serial Mom, Austin Powers)
- Pet Shop Boys dvds
She's very cute when she gets all organised.
Especially since she always leaves her socks and knickers spread all over my room....
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Murrrrderrr
It's "Murrrderr" time again tonight.
The girlfriend and I have become addicted to Taggart. Scottish detective thingie. And not just because Stuart Fraser is gay. (Although I'll admit that was the reason I started watching it. hee.)
It's the accents, the lot.
There should be a Taggart Drinking Game. Every time someone says the word "Murrrderrr" you should finish your drink and pour yourself a new one.
I doubt anyone would be sober after an episode.
"This is a murrderr enquiry you know!"
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It's "Murrrderr" time again tonight.
The girlfriend and I have become addicted to Taggart. Scottish detective thingie. And not just because Stuart Fraser is gay. (Although I'll admit that was the reason I started watching it. hee.)
It's the accents, the lot.
There should be a Taggart Drinking Game. Every time someone says the word "Murrrderrr" you should finish your drink and pour yourself a new one.
I doubt anyone would be sober after an episode.
"This is a murrderr enquiry you know!"
Friday, June 25, 2004
Sign! Sign!
As I said to Madscot yesterday, I said "Madscot! I need a sign!".
The amount of British cars, buses and trucks that I encounter on my way to and from work is astounding. My workplace is close to the battlefields of WorldWar One and I have to drive on the road from Ostend (ferries) to Bruges (midieval thingies). Car after car with "GB" stickers (not the supermarket) and "Derbyshire award winning" travel coaches.
Does it take much to win an award in Derbyshire?
Anyway.
A sign:
"Beckham is fantastic!"
"Football's coming home. -snort-"
"Go Portugal!"
"Henman is never gonna win Wimbledon"
Anything!
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As I said to Madscot yesterday, I said "Madscot! I need a sign!".
The amount of British cars, buses and trucks that I encounter on my way to and from work is astounding. My workplace is close to the battlefields of WorldWar One and I have to drive on the road from Ostend (ferries) to Bruges (midieval thingies). Car after car with "GB" stickers (not the supermarket) and "Derbyshire award winning" travel coaches.
Does it take much to win an award in Derbyshire?
Anyway.
A sign:
"Beckham is fantastic!"
"Football's coming home. -snort-"
"Go Portugal!"
"Henman is never gonna win Wimbledon"
Anything!
Thursday, June 24, 2004
the good and the bad
The good news: I'm back. Wahey!
The bad news: Everything is lost. It's all gone, my complete hard drive. Being the silly idiot I am, my last back-up was August 2003...
Melissa's photos, my transcription work, my job search, icons, music... my music... gone.
My fried powersource and ditto hard disc are in a grocery bag on the floor. If anyone has a freezer-project they'd like to try out, be my guest... It can't get any worse...
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The good news: I'm back. Wahey!
The bad news: Everything is lost. It's all gone, my complete hard drive. Being the silly idiot I am, my last back-up was August 2003...
Melissa's photos, my transcription work, my job search, icons, music... my music... gone.
My fried powersource and ditto hard disc are in a grocery bag on the floor. If anyone has a freezer-project they'd like to try out, be my guest... It can't get any worse...
Monday, June 21, 2004
grieving
My morning ritual, stretching and turning on the PC is no more. Hearing a song on TV or on the radio and looking it up on the internet. Looking for information when you don't exactly remember what book it's in. Browsing out of boredom. Reading. Checking blogs.
My computer is still dead.
The bloke fixing it was busy this weekend, painting his ceiling and going to the sales with his daughters. He said he'll look at it this evening, after work. He doesn't believe my hard drive can be dead since I only had it for close to two years. If not less.
Of course he didn't hear the rattling noises it made and the fact that it required a boot disc. What the bloody hell is a boot disc? I can only pray my transcription work is not lost. I was at 24 pages. I don't even want to think about my photos and my music. Don't remember when my last backup was...
I vacuumed this morning.
And now I'm at la Merlina's. She's studying on her bed. I'm at the PC. Indulging in my cravings. Transcribing a tape. Getting a crick in my neck from the low position of the monitor here.
But where would I be without her.
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My morning ritual, stretching and turning on the PC is no more. Hearing a song on TV or on the radio and looking it up on the internet. Looking for information when you don't exactly remember what book it's in. Browsing out of boredom. Reading. Checking blogs.
My computer is still dead.
The bloke fixing it was busy this weekend, painting his ceiling and going to the sales with his daughters. He said he'll look at it this evening, after work. He doesn't believe my hard drive can be dead since I only had it for close to two years. If not less.
Of course he didn't hear the rattling noises it made and the fact that it required a boot disc. What the bloody hell is a boot disc? I can only pray my transcription work is not lost. I was at 24 pages. I don't even want to think about my photos and my music. Don't remember when my last backup was...
I vacuumed this morning.
And now I'm at la Merlina's. She's studying on her bed. I'm at the PC. Indulging in my cravings. Transcribing a tape. Getting a crick in my neck from the low position of the monitor here.
But where would I be without her.
Friday, June 18, 2004
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Would you like me to stuff nails through your penis sir?
The head of another organisation (and his minions) came over for an informal social lunch gathering at noon. I feel sexually harassed.
Some random quotes?
- Bloke: "So whose lap can I sit on then" *guffaw*
Supervisor: "This is piglet, she's ****s replacement. You can sit next to her"
Piglet: "NEXT TO my lap, not on it" *death glare*
- "Be a dear and fetch me a sandwich. You see, I can appreciate women!" *hilarity*
- "You want a ride back to the office? Ah, you see, you see, and then they say they don't need men, where would you be if I didn't give you a ride!" *laughter*
Brown teeth (chainsmoker), beerbelly (severe) and dreadful beard.
And they had the nerve to reject ME at so many job interviews, yet make HIM head of something or other?
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The head of another organisation (and his minions) came over for an informal social lunch gathering at noon. I feel sexually harassed.
Some random quotes?
- Bloke: "So whose lap can I sit on then" *guffaw*
Supervisor: "This is piglet, she's ****s replacement. You can sit next to her"
Piglet: "NEXT TO my lap, not on it" *death glare*
- "Be a dear and fetch me a sandwich. You see, I can appreciate women!" *hilarity*
- "You want a ride back to the office? Ah, you see, you see, and then they say they don't need men, where would you be if I didn't give you a ride!" *laughter*
Brown teeth (chainsmoker), beerbelly (severe) and dreadful beard.
And they had the nerve to reject ME at so many job interviews, yet make HIM head of something or other?
My supervisor at work has a facial expression very similar to that of The Gentlemen (photo). It's the one she usually wears when asking something. Empathically asking something of course.
Parking excuse
The medical exam DID include peeing in a cup.
And weighing.
And being stuffed under a measuring device (I grew a centimetre! Or their measuring thingie is a bit too optimistic...).
Poked with something to see if I had TBC (no sign of it just yet).
Hit on the knee with a little hammer.
My hearing and eyesight were tested (I AM just crap at parking. For a while I've been using the "I think something must be wrong with my depth perception"-excuse... but it's fine. Bugger it.) and deemed perfect.
And my heart is still beating.
Just like at school, only for some reason I didn't have to strip to my underwear.
What a disappointment...
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The medical exam DID include peeing in a cup.
And weighing.
And being stuffed under a measuring device (I grew a centimetre! Or their measuring thingie is a bit too optimistic...).
Poked with something to see if I had TBC (no sign of it just yet).
Hit on the knee with a little hammer.
My hearing and eyesight were tested (I AM just crap at parking. For a while I've been using the "I think something must be wrong with my depth perception"-excuse... but it's fine. Bugger it.) and deemed perfect.
And my heart is still beating.
Just like at school, only for some reason I didn't have to strip to my underwear.
What a disappointment...
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
I'm chanting as we speak
Perhaps it's a sign of some wannabe-new age dancing-in-long-flowery-dresses phase of mine, but I'm more aware of the seasons now than when I was a teenager.
It's gone 10.30 and it's not even fully dark yet.
My body is protesting that it wants to sleep but it just seems too silly to oblige.
Nearly time for the summer solstice. Can you believe that the moment summer starts the days are already getting shorter?
I bet you can.
So much from new age/lesbian womyn Piglet for now.
Just indulge me, give me a pat on the head and say "there there darling, that's a good girl". It will all blow over. Eventually.
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Perhaps it's a sign of some wannabe-new age dancing-in-long-flowery-dresses phase of mine, but I'm more aware of the seasons now than when I was a teenager.
It's gone 10.30 and it's not even fully dark yet.
My body is protesting that it wants to sleep but it just seems too silly to oblige.
Nearly time for the summer solstice. Can you believe that the moment summer starts the days are already getting shorter?
I bet you can.
So much from new age/lesbian womyn Piglet for now.
Just indulge me, give me a pat on the head and say "there there darling, that's a good girl". It will all blow over. Eventually.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
tomato(e?)s and cyclists
informal "lunch date" with the referres from juvinile court today. Some 10 women and 1 man, sitting outside on the grass (my hayfever-suffering eyes thank you - client this afternoon: "didn't you sleep much? you look half dead"... me:"erm... just hayfever..."), talking about the elections and the repercussions on the social sector, about who killed himself and so on and so on.
Meanwhile I was trying to get rid of the tomato(e?)s between my salmon sandwiches. Subtly. By hiding them in my napkin.
And trying to throw away a half-eaten disgusting sugared-sandwich-with-cheese. In the bin. Without anyone noticing.
Later that afternoon I was on my way to meet a new family. Who live in the bloody middle of nowhere. I have never been so lost in my life. Their house was so impossible to find even a bloke in the same street didn't know where I had to go. I passed the same group of cyclists about five times (hilarity) and arrived 20 minutes late.
Ouch.
Tsk. They should go and live in the populated world if they want some help!
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informal "lunch date" with the referres from juvinile court today. Some 10 women and 1 man, sitting outside on the grass (my hayfever-suffering eyes thank you - client this afternoon: "didn't you sleep much? you look half dead"... me:"erm... just hayfever..."), talking about the elections and the repercussions on the social sector, about who killed himself and so on and so on.
Meanwhile I was trying to get rid of the tomato(e?)s between my salmon sandwiches. Subtly. By hiding them in my napkin.
And trying to throw away a half-eaten disgusting sugared-sandwich-with-cheese. In the bin. Without anyone noticing.
Later that afternoon I was on my way to meet a new family. Who live in the bloody middle of nowhere. I have never been so lost in my life. Their house was so impossible to find even a bloke in the same street didn't know where I had to go. I passed the same group of cyclists about five times (hilarity) and arrived 20 minutes late.
Ouch.
Tsk. They should go and live in the populated world if they want some help!
Monday, June 14, 2004
jack and jill party
I'm going to America
A very big subject
America
When we're walking down the avenue
hand in hand
flashbulbs flashing
on command.
Possessed of a power to fascinate
It's almost like
I'm almost straight
And that's such a great
substantial way
to deflect hate
in the USA.
I'm going out
(To a party
a Jack and Jill Party)
Pete Burns and Pet Shop Boys - Jack and Jill Party
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I'm going to America
A very big subject
America
When we're walking down the avenue
hand in hand
flashbulbs flashing
on command.
Possessed of a power to fascinate
It's almost like
I'm almost straight
And that's such a great
substantial way
to deflect hate
in the USA.
I'm going out
(To a party
a Jack and Jill Party)
Pete Burns and Pet Shop Boys - Jack and Jill Party
De mensen
"We moeten naar De Mensen luisteren"
"De Mensen zijn zeker niet dom, neen"
"We moeten De Mensen een goed alternatief bieden"
Het Blok heeft al tien jaar lang een prachtpositie. Van de zijlijn staan ze te wijzen naar wat de regering verkeerd doet. Zalig. Zelf moet je niets doen en in de regering kan je nu eenmaal niet alles doen wat je zou willen. Zeker niet in een termijn van vier jaar. Altijd laat je steken vallen. Steken waar de oppositie van geniet. Getuige het feit dat regeringspartijen quasi altijd verliezen bij nieuwe verkiezingen.
En zo kan het Blok zich jaar na jaar blijven wentelen in hun favoriete slachtofferrol. "De partijen (behalve wij) luisteren niet naar De Mensen", "U wordt niet serieus genomen", "let maar op! Er loert overal gevaar!".
Zelfs in Oostrozebeke haalt het Blok bijna 20%. In fucking Oostrozebeke! Daar stelen ze zelfs je fiets nog niet!
Angst is het. Blinde angst van het onbekende en ook vaak van niets.
Zijn er problemen? Sweetie, er zijn altijd en overal problemen. Dat is geen alleenrecht van Den Arme Vlaming. En wat zien we toch af, wat hebben we het hier toch slecht, met die Walen dan nog, en wat worden we toch achtergestoken door die vieze vuile VREEMDELINGEN en let maar op, madame, ze gaan uw sacoche pakken!
Dat De Mensen eerst es het partijprogramma van het Blok lezen misschien. Het *volledige* programma. Als dat niet teveel gevraagd is voor Mevrouw en Meneer. En misschien es de voorstellen van het Blok op realiteitswaarde toetsen.
Maar weet je wat. 't Is goed. Ze mogen. Liefst nog met de tsjeven. Het is de enige manier waarop we ze volgende keer niet voor de 25% kunnen laten gaan. Doe maar es. Amuseer je met pretpark Vlaanderen de komende vijf jaar (zijn het er vijf? ik raak de tel kwijt). Voer maar in, voer maar door, maak maar wetjes en pas ze toe. En dan es kijken hoe je het doet. En hoeveel je nog over houdt van De Mensen.
De Mensen kunnen voor mijn part collectief mijn gat kussen.
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"We moeten naar De Mensen luisteren"
"De Mensen zijn zeker niet dom, neen"
"We moeten De Mensen een goed alternatief bieden"
Het Blok heeft al tien jaar lang een prachtpositie. Van de zijlijn staan ze te wijzen naar wat de regering verkeerd doet. Zalig. Zelf moet je niets doen en in de regering kan je nu eenmaal niet alles doen wat je zou willen. Zeker niet in een termijn van vier jaar. Altijd laat je steken vallen. Steken waar de oppositie van geniet. Getuige het feit dat regeringspartijen quasi altijd verliezen bij nieuwe verkiezingen.
En zo kan het Blok zich jaar na jaar blijven wentelen in hun favoriete slachtofferrol. "De partijen (behalve wij) luisteren niet naar De Mensen", "U wordt niet serieus genomen", "let maar op! Er loert overal gevaar!".
Zelfs in Oostrozebeke haalt het Blok bijna 20%. In fucking Oostrozebeke! Daar stelen ze zelfs je fiets nog niet!
Angst is het. Blinde angst van het onbekende en ook vaak van niets.
Zijn er problemen? Sweetie, er zijn altijd en overal problemen. Dat is geen alleenrecht van Den Arme Vlaming. En wat zien we toch af, wat hebben we het hier toch slecht, met die Walen dan nog, en wat worden we toch achtergestoken door die vieze vuile VREEMDELINGEN en let maar op, madame, ze gaan uw sacoche pakken!
Dat De Mensen eerst es het partijprogramma van het Blok lezen misschien. Het *volledige* programma. Als dat niet teveel gevraagd is voor Mevrouw en Meneer. En misschien es de voorstellen van het Blok op realiteitswaarde toetsen.
Maar weet je wat. 't Is goed. Ze mogen. Liefst nog met de tsjeven. Het is de enige manier waarop we ze volgende keer niet voor de 25% kunnen laten gaan. Doe maar es. Amuseer je met pretpark Vlaanderen de komende vijf jaar (zijn het er vijf? ik raak de tel kwijt). Voer maar in, voer maar door, maak maar wetjes en pas ze toe. En dan es kijken hoe je het doet. En hoeveel je nog over houdt van De Mensen.
De Mensen kunnen voor mijn part collectief mijn gat kussen.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Voor de goeie é
Ook La Pigleta is vanmorgen voor dag en dauw (9u30) opgestaan om in een gemeentelijke basisschool haar stem uit te brengen. Haar mogelijk nutteloze stem.
Ik ben geen voorstander van kiesdrempels. En dan niet omdat mijn geliefde partijtje er rond zwerft, maar eerder omdat ik het niet democratisch vind. Mogelijk gaan 4% van de kiezers hun stem verloren en wordt de macht meer en meer gecentraliseerd. Straks evolueren we naar een twee- of driepartijenstelsel zoals in de VS en de UK. Kan je kiezen tussen twee quasi dezelfde partijen. Democratie my arse.
Vanmiddag de verkiezingsprogramma's vermijden, of Piglet hier krijgt een toeval. Vorig jaar de hele middag voor de buis gehangen, geschreeuwd, dingen gegooid, woest geworden. Geen zin in vlaams blok speeches en nog minder in een kiesdrempel-thriller.
Let's pray.
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Ook La Pigleta is vanmorgen voor dag en dauw (9u30) opgestaan om in een gemeentelijke basisschool haar stem uit te brengen. Haar mogelijk nutteloze stem.
Ik ben geen voorstander van kiesdrempels. En dan niet omdat mijn geliefde partijtje er rond zwerft, maar eerder omdat ik het niet democratisch vind. Mogelijk gaan 4% van de kiezers hun stem verloren en wordt de macht meer en meer gecentraliseerd. Straks evolueren we naar een twee- of driepartijenstelsel zoals in de VS en de UK. Kan je kiezen tussen twee quasi dezelfde partijen. Democratie my arse.
Vanmiddag de verkiezingsprogramma's vermijden, of Piglet hier krijgt een toeval. Vorig jaar de hele middag voor de buis gehangen, geschreeuwd, dingen gegooid, woest geworden. Geen zin in vlaams blok speeches en nog minder in een kiesdrempel-thriller.
Let's pray.
Friday, June 11, 2004
I am not amused
First Dimi, now Piglet's Chickmobile.
It's my hypothesis thatDimi someone tried to kill a pigeon on top of my car. And the pigeon just let it all flow out. Or the sparrow, seagull, raven, whichever beast with wings it was.
My car looks like the car in Merlina used to. Remember? The red car with white polka dots? That's my car now! Only black with white-greenish polka dots.
Some beast shat all over the Chickmobile's left side and back. The amount is unbelievable!
Does this mean I have to clean it now?
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First Dimi, now Piglet's Chickmobile.
It's my hypothesis that
My car looks like the car in Merlina used to. Remember? The red car with white polka dots? That's my car now! Only black with white-greenish polka dots.
Some beast shat all over the Chickmobile's left side and back. The amount is unbelievable!
Does this mean I have to clean it now?
Thursday, June 10, 2004
which America-hating minority are you?
I am an Intellectual
Which America Hating Minority Are You?
Take More Robert & Tim Quizzes
Watch Robert & Tim Cartoons
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Which America Hating Minority Are You?
Take More Robert & Tim Quizzes
Watch Robert & Tim Cartoons
guidelines
There are guidelines at work about "team member's special occasions".
You learn that you will get a present for your wedding, but the value of the present depends on whether or not the job is invited to the ceremony, reception or party.
There's also rules about deaths. You can expect the whole team at the funeral of your husband/wife or child, a representative of the team at the funeral of your parents/brothers or sisters, and a card for the death of your in-laws or grandparents.
Good to know.
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There are guidelines at work about "team member's special occasions".
You learn that you will get a present for your wedding, but the value of the present depends on whether or not the job is invited to the ceremony, reception or party.
There's also rules about deaths. You can expect the whole team at the funeral of your husband/wife or child, a representative of the team at the funeral of your parents/brothers or sisters, and a card for the death of your in-laws or grandparents.
Good to know.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
how nice
25+° degrees out there.
My throat aches.
I have a fever.
And my period is due.
And my first client ran away during a family meeting! Wahey! 7 days on the job and there we are already.
No, it wasn't my fault.
It wasn't.
He just up and left.
He's 13. And it involved restrictions on his playstation.
That's reason enough, isn't it.
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25+° degrees out there.
My throat aches.
I have a fever.
And my period is due.
And my first client ran away during a family meeting! Wahey! 7 days on the job and there we are already.
No, it wasn't my fault.
It wasn't.
He just up and left.
He's 13. And it involved restrictions on his playstation.
That's reason enough, isn't it.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Forelleke deel 2
Net gezien op TV1. Eén of ander verkiezingsprogramma. Bart Staes, Frank Vandenbroucke en een Vlaams Blokker die ik niet ken (met zielig klein snorretje).
Vandenbroucke haalt aan dat Morellekes eerste strijdpunt zou zijn om het gescheiden onderwijs (tussen jongens en meisjes) opnieuw in te voeren.
Vandenbroucke: "als we Marie Rose Morel laten doen zitten we volgend jaar in Saoudi Arabië"
Vlaams Blokker murmelt tussen zijn tanden: "in sommige wijken is dat al zo."
En niemand gaat verder op die uitspraak in.
Ik lag al in mijn bed maar heb van pure consternatie mijn pc weer aangelegd.
En nu terug naar bed.
Slaapwel.
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Net gezien op TV1. Eén of ander verkiezingsprogramma. Bart Staes, Frank Vandenbroucke en een Vlaams Blokker die ik niet ken (met zielig klein snorretje).
Vandenbroucke haalt aan dat Morellekes eerste strijdpunt zou zijn om het gescheiden onderwijs (tussen jongens en meisjes) opnieuw in te voeren.
Vandenbroucke: "als we Marie Rose Morel laten doen zitten we volgend jaar in Saoudi Arabië"
Vlaams Blokker murmelt tussen zijn tanden: "in sommige wijken is dat al zo."
En niemand gaat verder op die uitspraak in.
Ik lag al in mijn bed maar heb van pure consternatie mijn pc weer aangelegd.
En nu terug naar bed.
Slaapwel.
het Morel-Mysterie
Morelleke Forelleke (én haar borsten) waren gisteren te gast in Advocaat van de Duivel. Toevallig op beland tijdens het zappen-voor-het-slapengaan.
Forelleke zei niks tegen homo's te hebben en dat we de uitspraak van het Blok dat "homohuwelijken gevaarlijke modieuze onzin" en "ongelijkwaardig aan heterohuwelijken" zijn, moesten kaderen in het feit dat holebi's nog geen kinderen kunnen adopteren, en dat het huwelijk dus niet gelijkwaardig was. De arme holebi's zijn met een kluitje in het riet gestuurd.
Mogen ze dan adopteren van Forel? Hmm, daar moet ze nog es over nadenken en wat studies raadplegen.
Ik betwijfel of haar vriendjes aan de top daar ook nog es over moeten denken.
Moeten holebi's nu op het Blok rekenen om hun rechten te vertegenwoordigen? Het lijkt wel zo als je op Morelleke afgaat.
Vreemdelingen die hun wrede lot ontvluchten in hun land van herkomst en hier "vlaming onder de vlamingen" (que?) willen zijn, waren overigens "van harte welkom".
Nochtans meen ik me te herinneren dat dit op een duidelijk "njet" stoot van de rest van de Blokkers.
Passieve euthanasie moest ook kunnen (dat is hetzelfde als géén euthanasie feitelijk, komt er gewoon op neer geen levensverlengende ingrepen meer uit te voeren) -("mijn man is dokter")- en ze is ook tegen cumul. Ook al staat ze op twee lijsten. Werd haar gevraagd, dus dan doe je dat in het belang van "de partij".
Ik denk dat de juffrouw zich van partij vergist heeft.
Ander Blok nieuws? De vrouw van Rob Klop beweert in humo dat commissaris Serge Muyters een Vlaams Blokker is.
En dat is ook al een jeanet.
Que?
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Morelleke Forelleke (én haar borsten) waren gisteren te gast in Advocaat van de Duivel. Toevallig op beland tijdens het zappen-voor-het-slapengaan.
Forelleke zei niks tegen homo's te hebben en dat we de uitspraak van het Blok dat "homohuwelijken gevaarlijke modieuze onzin" en "ongelijkwaardig aan heterohuwelijken" zijn, moesten kaderen in het feit dat holebi's nog geen kinderen kunnen adopteren, en dat het huwelijk dus niet gelijkwaardig was. De arme holebi's zijn met een kluitje in het riet gestuurd.
Mogen ze dan adopteren van Forel? Hmm, daar moet ze nog es over nadenken en wat studies raadplegen.
Ik betwijfel of haar vriendjes aan de top daar ook nog es over moeten denken.
Moeten holebi's nu op het Blok rekenen om hun rechten te vertegenwoordigen? Het lijkt wel zo als je op Morelleke afgaat.
Vreemdelingen die hun wrede lot ontvluchten in hun land van herkomst en hier "vlaming onder de vlamingen" (que?) willen zijn, waren overigens "van harte welkom".
Nochtans meen ik me te herinneren dat dit op een duidelijk "njet" stoot van de rest van de Blokkers.
Passieve euthanasie moest ook kunnen (dat is hetzelfde als géén euthanasie feitelijk, komt er gewoon op neer geen levensverlengende ingrepen meer uit te voeren) -("mijn man is dokter")- en ze is ook tegen cumul. Ook al staat ze op twee lijsten. Werd haar gevraagd, dus dan doe je dat in het belang van "de partij".
Ik denk dat de juffrouw zich van partij vergist heeft.
Ander Blok nieuws? De vrouw van Rob Klop beweert in humo dat commissaris Serge Muyters een Vlaams Blokker is.
En dat is ook al een jeanet.
Que?
Monday, June 07, 2004
An ugly spot is a weapon of mass destruction
I know it's hard to believe that someone like me, looking as gorgeous as I do, sometimes has beauty problems.
However, dear minions, it is true.
My hair, though mightily trendy of course, is not the most practical 'do to pull back in a ponytail. When it was all straight and boring (and equal length), it was no problem. Now I've got these little shorter hairs falling out of the ponytail, making me look like a right idiot.
Under times of great stress and hormonal issues my skin can be marred with the odd spot. I've got one growing right now, on my chin. It's been there, itching to burst through the skin, for about a week now. My skin is red, painful and swollen. But no spot in sight.
Dear spot, would you kindly get on with it and appear. That way I can bombard you with my millions of creams and soap-treatments so you can piss off again.
Until next month at least...
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I know it's hard to believe that someone like me, looking as gorgeous as I do, sometimes has beauty problems.
However, dear minions, it is true.
My hair, though mightily trendy of course, is not the most practical 'do to pull back in a ponytail. When it was all straight and boring (and equal length), it was no problem. Now I've got these little shorter hairs falling out of the ponytail, making me look like a right idiot.
Under times of great stress and hormonal issues my skin can be marred with the odd spot. I've got one growing right now, on my chin. It's been there, itching to burst through the skin, for about a week now. My skin is red, painful and swollen. But no spot in sight.
Dear spot, would you kindly get on with it and appear. That way I can bombard you with my millions of creams and soap-treatments so you can piss off again.
Until next month at least...
Sunday, June 06, 2004
my first...
(admittedly quite short) traffic jam as a driver today!
oooh the excitement!
Piglet and her sweetie went to the coast today, just for the heck of it. We peddled in the water (with toes only), forgot to bring a towel and brought lots of sand home in our bags and on our feet.
Bliss.
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(admittedly quite short) traffic jam as a driver today!
oooh the excitement!
Piglet and her sweetie went to the coast today, just for the heck of it. We peddled in the water (with toes only), forgot to bring a towel and brought lots of sand home in our bags and on our feet.
Bliss.
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Roland Garros
Loser and Prick are out of the semi-finals. I even started feeling sorry for loser. A thought quickly ended when he started winning games again.
The commentators were playing the sympathy card. "Loser never gets any positivity from the british press, all this pressure on him to win wimbledon, he's been top 10 for 10 years (how's about a retirement then?) and still it's not good enough, blablabla".
Piglet started thinking, hang on, perhaps I hate the BBC and the permed old ladies with union jacks and signs saying "Go Tiger Tim", and I don't really hate Loser himself. Poor Loser.
Then Loser started winning games again.
And I remembered no, it IS him I hate.
And those hairy legs with pulled up white socks.
And those teeth. Yuck.
And that hair, christ, that hair.
And that 5-week-beard he let grow (that looked like a 9-o'clock shadow would for normal men).
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Loser and Prick are out of the semi-finals. I even started feeling sorry for loser. A thought quickly ended when he started winning games again.
The commentators were playing the sympathy card. "Loser never gets any positivity from the british press, all this pressure on him to win wimbledon, he's been top 10 for 10 years (how's about a retirement then?) and still it's not good enough, blablabla".
Piglet started thinking, hang on, perhaps I hate the BBC and the permed old ladies with union jacks and signs saying "Go Tiger Tim", and I don't really hate Loser himself. Poor Loser.
Then Loser started winning games again.
And I remembered no, it IS him I hate.
And those hairy legs with pulled up white socks.
And those teeth. Yuck.
And that hair, christ, that hair.
And that 5-week-beard he let grow (that looked like a 9-o'clock shadow would for normal men).
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Shopping
Shopping for a little desk clock for my desk at work (with built in radio... for when I'm blissfully alone).
Just after 4pm.
Does your warning bell go off already?
I've re-thought my fertility-wish.
I don't think I'll go for the screaming terrors after all.
"Mummy can I have a swing? Mummy can I have a swing? Mummy can I have a swing? Mummy can I have a swing? MUMMY CAN I HAVE A SWING?"
"not today Femke"
*massive wail*
A little boy burst into hysterical (and loud) tears as his father told him that the bank (!) was closed.
What on earth was that all about?
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Shopping for a little desk clock for my desk at work (with built in radio... for when I'm blissfully alone).
Just after 4pm.
Does your warning bell go off already?
I've re-thought my fertility-wish.
I don't think I'll go for the screaming terrors after all.
"Mummy can I have a swing? Mummy can I have a swing? Mummy can I have a swing? Mummy can I have a swing? MUMMY CAN I HAVE A SWING?"
"not today Femke"
*massive wail*
A little boy burst into hysterical (and loud) tears as his father told him that the bank (!) was closed.
What on earth was that all about?
Ever wondered?
About the grass in between two directions of motorways?
About does it get cut? And if so, who cuts it?
Driving on the pathetic two-lane motorway yesterday and today I saw tractors and lawnmowers. And little orange men. Cutting off the grass on the verge with traffic speeding past.
I heard on the radio today that there were speeding cameras on the motorway I use.
Muhahaha!!!! Vengeance will be mine, suckers!
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About the grass in between two directions of motorways?
About does it get cut? And if so, who cuts it?
Driving on the pathetic two-lane motorway yesterday and today I saw tractors and lawnmowers. And little orange men. Cutting off the grass on the verge with traffic speeding past.
I heard on the radio today that there were speeding cameras on the motorway I use.
Muhahaha!!!! Vengeance will be mine, suckers!
Verkiezingen - blokstijl
Verkiezingsaffiches gezien aan het stadhuis. Naast de cutting edge wereldbol vanagalev groen (hebben ze die tien jaar geleden ook niet gebruikt? Serieus? Met een slogan als "stem op je moeder" of zo), de smaakvolle affiches van het Blok.
Een jonge blonde vrouw (Marie Rose heet deze vlaamsche deerne) kijkt me aan vanop haar affiche. Focus van de affiche? Haar diepe decolletee.
Duidelijk een campagne gericht op de meerwaardezoekers.
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Verkiezingsaffiches gezien aan het stadhuis. Naast de cutting edge wereldbol van
Een jonge blonde vrouw (Marie Rose heet deze vlaamsche deerne) kijkt me aan vanop haar affiche. Focus van de affiche? Haar diepe decolletee.
Duidelijk een campagne gericht op de meerwaardezoekers.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
I want a poster
I want a poster for my car.
No, I want a few. I would love to be able to "communicate" with other drivers . More than just with a flicker of lights or a horn.
Yes, Piglet's been driving to work for two days and already she's losing control.
This morning I was driving on the second lane of the two-lane pathetic motorway (tm) to work. I was doing 120 and on my way to overtake a truck on the first lane a few 100 metres further.
A mercedes-with-businessman comes and drives behind me. He flickers his lights. I stubbornly refuse to budge. He flickers his lights again. And I give in.
I should've stayed on my lane! I was doing the maximum speed and on my way to overtake a truck, he's got nothing to complain about.
So I need placards: "I'm going 120, you idiot". Alternatively: "Hope they catch you for speeding". Or -in opposite circumstances- "can't find the gas pedal?".
Any other suggestions?
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I want a poster for my car.
No, I want a few. I would love to be able to "communicate" with other drivers . More than just with a flicker of lights or a horn.
Yes, Piglet's been driving to work for two days and already she's losing control.
This morning I was driving on the second lane of the two-lane pathetic motorway (tm) to work. I was doing 120 and on my way to overtake a truck on the first lane a few 100 metres further.
A mercedes-with-businessman comes and drives behind me. He flickers his lights. I stubbornly refuse to budge. He flickers his lights again. And I give in.
I should've stayed on my lane! I was doing the maximum speed and on my way to overtake a truck, he's got nothing to complain about.
So I need placards: "I'm going 120, you idiot". Alternatively: "Hope they catch you for speeding". Or -in opposite circumstances- "can't find the gas pedal?".
Any other suggestions?
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
since you asked
I nearly died twice today!!
No, not with the shock of getting out of bed at 6.45-7am. As I was overtaking two trucks on the pathetic two-lane motorway back from the middle of nowhere, I must have been in the blind spot of the second truck's mirror, because he thought he'd join me in my lane. Right on top of me!
I was too shocked to even honk.
Bloke saw me just in time to go back to his own lane. And I was then still too shocked to give him a one-fingered salute.
Bloody scary.
I can't remember my other near-death experience... hmz. Oh, hang on. I can. I was waiting for traffic lights in the pouring rain on some N300-and-something motorway as I saw a bloke coming up to me. He shouted something at me through my window. He was too well-dressed to be a beggar, so of course I thought only one thing: CARJACK! RAPE! As I tried to close the doors without him noticing (kinda hard as my lights tend to flicker when I close or open the car), he tried his luck at the next car.
Turns out he was a truck driver asking the way in French.
Well, as if I could've been any help there...
He still honked at me as he drove away. And flipped me the finger.
Tsk.
Work was... interesting.
No, it wasn't bad. Just tiring and very adminstratively complicated. There's different coloured folders for everything. I don't remember where they store them, never mind what they're for again. That's a good start.
I suppose I could just ask.
The families I saw today. Well, one went rather good as it was just the woman on her own. The other was a whole family and they walked all over me. Damn, but it's hard to be assertive when a 5-year-old is hanging on your arm, a 15-year-old and mother gaze at the tv and 9-year-old pours you (rather bad) lemonade in a plastic cup.
PS: for the real fans, there is internet at work, but I share a computer (yes, social sector, has no money) and I wouldn't want them to go through my history and find all non-work related things.
Or I could just snoop around on it now and see if anyone else sins.
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I nearly died twice today!!
No, not with the shock of getting out of bed at 6.45-7am. As I was overtaking two trucks on the pathetic two-lane motorway back from the middle of nowhere, I must have been in the blind spot of the second truck's mirror, because he thought he'd join me in my lane. Right on top of me!
I was too shocked to even honk.
Bloke saw me just in time to go back to his own lane. And I was then still too shocked to give him a one-fingered salute.
Bloody scary.
I can't remember my other near-death experience... hmz. Oh, hang on. I can. I was waiting for traffic lights in the pouring rain on some N300-and-something motorway as I saw a bloke coming up to me. He shouted something at me through my window. He was too well-dressed to be a beggar, so of course I thought only one thing: CARJACK! RAPE! As I tried to close the doors without him noticing (kinda hard as my lights tend to flicker when I close or open the car), he tried his luck at the next car.
Turns out he was a truck driver asking the way in French.
Well, as if I could've been any help there...
He still honked at me as he drove away. And flipped me the finger.
Tsk.
Work was... interesting.
No, it wasn't bad. Just tiring and very adminstratively complicated. There's different coloured folders for everything. I don't remember where they store them, never mind what they're for again. That's a good start.
I suppose I could just ask.
The families I saw today. Well, one went rather good as it was just the woman on her own. The other was a whole family and they walked all over me. Damn, but it's hard to be assertive when a 5-year-old is hanging on your arm, a 15-year-old and mother gaze at the tv and 9-year-old pours you (rather bad) lemonade in a plastic cup.
PS: for the real fans, there is internet at work, but I share a computer (yes, social sector, has no money) and I wouldn't want them to go through my history and find all non-work related things.
Or I could just snoop around on it now and see if anyone else sins.
